A/N: I'm going to warn you all ahead of time, this chapter will be way too long, have violence, and a big fat juicy lemon; I apologize about who the lemon is about ahead of time. Some of you will be mad at me lol. And last chapter was meant to be mysterious. You're not supposed to know who Jake is dating yet, Leah or Bella. But everyone assumed it was Bella. I think it was because he called her "My Bella". Oh well, it'll come to the light later on. And this chapter will be in three different POV's. Just a heads up. Anyway enjoy, lovelies. Mwahahahahahaha *evil laugh*
Chapter 1
Leah POV
The old mattress is hard and unyielding against my back. The old springs have no give in them as his heavy body collapses over mine. His hot mouth nips at my neck, biting and sucking. As I feel his teeth start to graze my throat I flip us over until I straddle his lap.
I'm so wet I'm sure I'm leaving a puddle on his jeans, as I lean forward and attack his mouth with mine. My hands wrestle with his zipper and his belt, while his lift the bottom of my dress, enough to expose my naked ass. His rough hands fondle my cheeks.
I bite down hard on his bottom lip when he slaps my tender flesh. In a flash he flips us again, and he keeps my hot bucking body beneath his by trapping my legs between his powerful thighs.
I watch, frustrated, as he finally frees his cock from his jeans. Big and hard as steel, the precum leaking down, giving it a glistening look. I need it. I reach forward between our legs and stroke his shaft as he leans forward and tears my slip of a dress down the middle.
He takes my nipple in his mouth, viciously sucking and pulling the sensitive skin. The groan that escapes his mouth around my breast as I flick my wrist and spread the precum down his dick and then squeeze his heavy sack makes my back arch.
He attacks my other breast and I jack him with a new vigor. I reach down with my both hands and alternate stroking with one and massaging his balls with the other. My hand movements are too much for him and I can feel the cum churning in his sack, ready to spill. Growing irritated with him, I squeeze the base of his cock with my thumb and pointer finger, stopping the urge.
"Really, Sam? You can't even last five minutes." I snarl, as I feel his cock stop swelling. He growls and abandons my breast, giving me a fierce look. I smirk at him, knowing how angry it will make him.
He pulls himself up and lifts my legs until they both rest on his shoulders. As if to prove a point, he roughly grabs my hips and quickly spreads me open. I feel the heat of him as he rests his cock against my pussy. His hands fumble around with the condom he's snatched off the nightstand. Once he's finally gotten it on he teases me, letting his head enter than pulling it back out slowly, getting it soaking wet.
"Just fucking do it already, you fucking retard," I shout at him before he thrusts in as deep as he can. He blows into me, fast and regular, quickly creating a rhythm. I thrust my hips back at him, matching his rhythm perfectly.
Pleasure builds up quickly, and I can feel the blood collecting under my nails as they dig into his back. "You're such a fucking bitch, LeeLee." He says, between puffs and gasps for air.
"You fuck like a bitch, Sam," I say, and he withdraws his cock all the way to the tip before plunging all the way back in. He's leaning so far forward that my thighs rest against my breasts, and I have to put my hand behind me on the headboard to keep my body from moving backward.
He continues the rough treatment, long dicking me until I moan. I close my eyes, enjoying the immense pleasure, wishing it was anyone but his annoying ass giving it to me.
His mouth searches for mine and I feel that strange prickling feeling in the back of my mind again. The one that wants me to cause pain. As our tongues play even faster than the cock in my pussy, I bite down hard on his, unexpectedly.
Sam jumps and quickly tries to get me to release him. I finally let him go and let go of the headboard. I grab hold of his ass, with both hands pulling him into me deeper, harder, faster.
Our juices flow onto the bed, the smell seeming far more strong than usual. Only adding to our intense arousal. His dick finally hits my spot and I convulse beneath him. As I cum, I tighten around him and I can feel his cock pulsating in me, ready to explode.
His thrusts become desperate, and wild. He holds my legs down as far as they will go, and pumps down into my cunt violently. The world is spinning and to keep from screaming out loud, I bite down hard on his shoulder. The pleasure from me spasming around him and the pain from my bite is too much and he erupts.
I open my eyes and come back to Earth to the sound of his irritating as hell panting in my ear. He finally finishes and collapses on top of me, too tired to move. His warm breath blows on my neck, and his closeness makes me cringe.
He's sweaty and our skin sticks together where it touches. His hands are still wrapped around my ankles, holding them down. I can't take one more second of this. I kick up at the ceiling and he topples to the floor.
"Get the fuck out," I say, as I lean over the bed and look at his disgusting naked body in a heap on my bedroom floor. I hop off the bed and start collecting his clothes from where they landed all over my room.
"Leah," he says, sternly. As if I'm afraid of him. "Sam," I say mocking him, as I hit him in the face with his jeans. "I got what I wanted; now fucking leave."
"Maybe I don't want to leave," he says, dropping the pants to the floor and striding over. He tries to tower over me, using his height to his advantage. It works but I don't let it intimidate me.
In the past couple of weeks, I've noticed a few significant changes in a few of the teenagers of La Push. For one, Sam and I can't stop fucking like rabbits. Just about everyone has a terrible temper lately. And most importantly, we've all gone through one hell of a growth spurt within the last month.
Sam is well over 6 feet. Yesterday, when I measured myself I got 6'0, which is a big difference from the 5'7 I was a few weeks ago. So right now I have to strain to look him in the face, which just pisses me off more.
"I fucking despise you." I whisper with as much venom as I can. "Then why are you still with me? Why take me back after Emily?" He asks, sounding genuinely confused.
"Just get out," I shout, as I push him away. I begin to pick up my discarded clothes from the floor, looking for something decent to wear since he tore my dress. I settle on a plain v neck and some shorts.
As I'm slipping on my shorts, he walks over and puts his hand on my shoulder. I go to slap it off and end up slapping him in the face instead. Instantly, that strange temper I've been seeing in a lot of the teenagers makes an appearance and he has me shoved up against the wall.
"Get the FUCK off me, Uley," I scream in his face. His expression is completely unrecognizable as he holds me easily by my throat. My feet dangle in the air and I pull and scratch at his arms, trying to get him to let go.
I watch as the fury slides off his face and he realizes what he's doing. He lets go and I slump to the floor. "Oh god, LeeLee. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened," He starts to apologize before I punch him in the face.
He gets up and tries to make his way to the door but he can barely see with me throwing blows at his face with every step he takes. He finally makes it to the door and pulls it open. I watch as he leaves, giving me one last longing look before leaving.
I listen to his footsteps as he leaves the house. Once I finally hear the front door slam, I slide to the ground and place my head in my hands. How the fuck did I let this happen?
Sam and I dated for years and then out of nowhere he cheats on me with my cousin. With my fucking best friend. I hated him. I still hate him, yet I can't keep my hands off of him.
It all started when this stupid growth spurt started, about the same time my temper went haywire and I started getting the urge to hurt people. To cause havoc, to cause pain.
And now Sam must be feeling it too. I recognized that look on his face as he dangled me in the air. I saw the same expression in my own eyes the other night.
I've been so angry with Emily, of course I had thought about how better life would be if she no longer existed. But that night it was different. I was driving home from work and saw her walking down the road. She was alone and it was dark out.
At first I thought about running her over, but then I thought about how I would miss the look on her face as she died. I wanted to see the spark leave her eyes as she passed away. I wanted to watch as she suffered through her last breath.
My foot was already on the gas and the car had slowed to a crawl alongside her before I came to and realized that these thoughts were not normal. I quickly sped off before she could tell whose car it was.
All the way home I had jitters. Sure I hated Emily for betraying me but this feeling, this intense desire for her death was not normal. Something was wrong with me. I remember looking up into the rearview mirror and being surprised at the face I saw there.
That face, that expression, was almost identical to the one Sam had as he choked me. Something is going on with us and I'm going to find out what the hell it is.
Tonight is the perfect night to do it too. Billy's birthday dinner is tonight and everyone will be there. Everyone I've noticed a change in. Me, Sam, my brother and his friends. Quil, Jacob, Embry, Brady, and Colin had all morphed into perfectly muscled giants over the past month too. So has Sam's friends, Paul and Jared. So far, I'm the only girl to have changed any.
I know other people have noticed it but no one wants to question our strange appearances. Billy, who's like a father to me now that my dad died, looked in dead in my face when I asked him about it and lied.
I know he knows something but he refuses to tell me. It has to be related. The growth spurt, the anger problems; it has to mean something.
I slowly pull myself to my feet and walk over to my dresser mirror. I search my reflection for a hint of that crazy girl with the bloodlust in her eyes that I saw in my rearview mirror. She isn't there. Or more likely, she just doesn't want to come out to play yet.
Jacob POV
The wind blows my hair back as I drive down the freeway to Port Angeles. It's actually a bright sunny day and the upbeat classic 70s rock song suits my mood perfectly. I start humming and strumming my fingers against the wheel, when Bella reaches over and turns the radio off.
I look over at her, surprised. She laughs at my expression and leans back in her seat. I give this girl way too many liberties with my car. I turn the radio back on and just my luck, the song is over. She laughs again and I turn it back off.
"Okay, what did you want to talk about," I ask my best friend, knowing that's why she fucked with my radio. "I don't think your other friends like me, Jake?" She says, sounding nervous.
That's because they don't, I want to tell her but I push the comment deep down. "They like you well enough, Bells," I tell her as I reach over and take hold of her hand. I see her face light up at the innocent act and want to tug my hand away.
I knew Bella had a crush on me for a while now. At times I feel guilty and think that I'm leading her on but I swear I haven't acted any different around her. We used to always hold hands, or hug, or even cuddle together on the couch while watching TV. Sure other people always assumed that we had something else going on but as long as we both knew it was just friendship, it was fine.
But lately Bella had been acting weird. She'd hug me for a little longer than necessary, bat her lashes at me, and even blush at times. I'd always had a small attraction to her but she's been my closest friend since we were little. I'm not going to risk that for some little crush she's developed. She'll get over it eventually.
I slowly loosen my hold on her hand until it falls limp at my side and I quickly put it back on the wheel. She notices my awkwardness however and her body language changes.
She scoots closer to the window and lets her other hand float out in the wind behind us. I feel bad for a second then change my mind. I've done nothing wrong. I'm just trying to save our friendship.
"I don't know, Jake. Embry was really rude last time I came over," She says softly, jerking me from my thoughts. I let my mind drift to that day last week.
Embry and Quil had gotten an old, busted up TV from Old Quil and they brought it to my garage in Embry's new truck. We picked it up easily, despite the rain making it slippery and brought it inside. They hooked it up and I brought my Xbox outside. We spent the whole day, pigging out and playing. It was a good day.
I normally spend all my free time with Bella, so it was good just hanging with my boys for once. I had missed being one of the guys. It wasn't said but I knew the fellas missed me too.
We used to be just as close as I am with Bella now. But once she moved back to Forks to be with her dad last year, it seemed like I was her crutch. We played the few games I had, joked around and ignored the two huge elephants in the room.
Bella and our mysterious transformations. I swear, it was like one night I went to sleep an okay looking 19 year old and woke up the next morning with the body of an NFL linebacker. I mean, I was fucking cut.
Embry and Quil were almost as big as I was. I'm not sure which freaked me out more. The fact that we had all changed so much or that I had changed even more than they had. Something was obviously wrong with us, I just couldn't figure out what. Were we freaks of some sort? And if so, was I an even bigger freak then the rest of my friends?
I knew Em and Quil had to be just as freaked as I was but they were determined to ignore it. I tried to breech the subject while playing some sort of racing game. Quil was creaming Embry, so he should have been happy when I asked if either of them had been working out. My question made Quil jump so bad, he crashed the car and it burst into flames.
Instead Embry got mad and dropped his controller. "Is that supposed to be some sort of joke?" he asked, in a quiet voice. Quil looked back and forth between the two of us, obviously worried about a brawl starting.
"Look, No one's saying anything about it. Even Billy is trying to play it off. But we all know this isn't normal. What the fuck is wrong with us?" I ask, frustrated, jumping to my feet.
Embry jumps up too and squares off in front of me. "Nothing's wrong Jacob. Just play the game." He says. I look at him in shock, then snap my head back, surprised by his words.
"Do you know something? You do, don't you? What the hell is going on, Em?" I shout, getting madder by the second. Until suddenly I'm seeing red and breathing heavily.
"Look, Jacob," he says my name angrily, stretching it out into two long syllables, "Me and Quil decided to just ignore it." I'm completely irrational now and I push Embry, frustrated with his bullshit answer.
"What the fuck do you mean ignore it," I ask as I shove him backwards.
He stumbles a bit then flies at me and shoves me back. "It means we don't know what the hell is wrong with us so we leave it alone." He yells.
My anger is gone as I listen to his explanation. He's still pissed though and Quil has to hold him back from trying to throttle me. "We aren't the only ones who've grown. Seth, Sam, Brady, Colin, Jared, Paul, even Leah Clearwater has changed. And no one knows why, Jake! No one fucking knows why, so stop looking for answers that no one knows." He yells at me before finally shaking loose from Quil's arms.
We stand in silence, the only noise in the garage the song repeating on the game console and the pitter patter of the rain on the tin roof.
"Look, Embry," I start to say before he shuts me up. "Save it," He snarls. "You would have noticed all of this if you had more time for us, and you weren't stuck up Swan's ass."
I start to shake my head to tell him that what he says isn't true, that Bella hasn't replaced them. When I hear the familiar sound of the truck I helped fix up for Bella pull into my driveway.
I hear the door slam as she jumps down and I can't hide my cringe at the sound. "Jake," She calls as she runs into the garage, sliding from the traction on her rain boots and slows once she sees Embry and Quil there.
"Hey, Bella. How are you doing this afternoon," Quil asks, shakily, trying to lessen the tension in the room. It doesn't work.
"Why don't you let him off your fucking chain already?" Embry suddenly snarls at her. Her already large eyes widen even more and I see her lip tremble as she stares up into Embry's face.
"Back off, Em," I tell him as I walk over and hold her hand. He growls at her, actually growls before stomping outside into the rain.
Quil stands around looking awkward before stupidly asking Bella to give some girl named Angela his number. I narrow my eyes at him and he races outside, just in time to catch Embry before he drove off.
Bella was visibly shaken but tried to hide it. She hadn't brought it up again until today, obviously nervous about seeing my friends again.
Embry had called later that day and apologized, not knowing what had gotten into him. I easily accepted, understanding. My temper had been flaring up a lot lately too. I was a second away from hitting Em in the garage earlier. I really couldn't judge him.
I should have made him apologize to Bells though. I tried to ease her mind on the rest of the drive to the restaurant in Port Angeles. But I could tell she was still anxious. She didn't really relax until I reached over and grabbed her hand again.
The dinner went smoothly. Billy was a little worried about having all of my loud, rambunctious friends at the high class restaurant but they weren't going to miss his birthday for any reason. Billy was like a father to everyone, I don't know any young person who didn't look up to him.
I just wanted him to be happy and he couldn't be any happier than when he was surrounded by people who loved him. Leah spoiled him all night so that probably had something to do with the huge smile on his face too.
Leah had become like dad's surrogate daughter once Harry died. They got each other in a way no one else understood. Leah could be such a stuck up bitch and Billy was the most down to earth old man you'd ever want to meet. But somehow they worked.
"What are you staring at?" Bella whispered in my ear as I watched Leah and Billy laughing at their end of the table, sharing some secret joke. I quickly turn around and then move my chair over a little. I hadn't expected Bella to be so close. It was moot anyway. She just picks her chair up and moves into the empty space I had created.
"How happy Billy looks," I tell her, turning my head to watch Leah and my dad again. Billy is holding his sides and Leah has her head on the table, snorting from how funny whatever their inside joke is.
A particularly loud snort alerts Leah's mother Sue to her daughter's unladylike behavior and she slaps the back of her head, causing Billy to laugh louder.
Leah sits up and smirks at her mom, not embarrassed at all. Bella, who would never do such a thing, looks horrified. However, the guys at the table find it hilarious.
Every time Leah opens her mouth to speak to Billy, Colin and Brady whisper "Oink oink," obnoxiously. Leah finally gets tired of them and jerks the table cloth, somehow knocking their plates on the floor. Everyone else was smart enough to lift their food, except for Bella. I feel bad and let her pick off my plate.
Embry shoots me a look from across the table while Quil makes a whipping noise at me. Seth, the picture of innocence, loudly asks Quil what being whipped means, before getting slapped by his mother too. Good, I know he knows what that shit means. I told him last week.
The night is going pretty well and everyone is enjoying themselves. Embry even mumbled a quick apology to Bella. Everything is going great until Billy and Leah's quiet conversation starts getting a little louder.
They had been talking about something quietly all night until Billy finally slammed his hands down on the table and cried out, "Enough."
Everyone sat stunned, not knowing Billy and Leah had been having a serious conversation at all. They had been so busy laughing and joking all night.
"I need to know, and I know you know something, Billy. We all need to know. Look at us! This isn't normal," Leah says, louder than she meant to. Patrons at other tables stare over at us, alarmed. Billy and Leah don't seem to notice though. They just keep arguing.
"I can't. I can't say anything," Billy says, sounding upset. Leah reaches out and shakes his arm, a little too roughly. "You have to tell me, Billy. What do you mean you can't," She asks, desperate.
"What's going on," Bella whispers, looking over at her father. Charlie sits beside Sue, unsure of whether or not he should intervene.
"She wants to know what's happening to us," I say, almost in a daze, as I figure it out. Instantly all the abnormally large boys around the table stiffen. Eager to hear the answers we've been yearning for.
Even Bella seems to know what I mean. I know she has to have noticed my change in appearance. I've even wondered if it's the reason her feelings towards me have changed. She wouldn't be the first girl to look at me lustfully since I've grown.
Billy's gaze leaves Leah's as he looks at each of us staring at him at the long dining table. His eyes stop on my face as he whispers, "I can't."
Instantly, I'm filled with that anger I felt in the garage the other day and many other occasions this past week. The urge to hurt someone. I jump out of my seat and storm over to Billy.
I hear the gasps and worried cries from the other customers as I stride angrily towards my father. The yells and screams from my friends and 'family' don't even stop me as I yank Billy out of his seat and hold him in the air by his shirt collar.
"Tell me. Now!" I roar at him in a voice I don't recognize. It's inhuman in its deepness and the snarls and growls that accompany it. "Jacob, I can't. You don't understand," He tries to reason with me before I lift him higher and shake him.
"No, you don't understand. Tell me!" I scream again. He shakes his head, looking terrified and I feel hands on my arms trying to get me to let go of my father. I shake them off and watch him tremble, not feeling sympathy at all.
I begin to hoist him up even higher when I suddenly feel an intense pain in my balls. I look to the left and see Leah holding my nuts in such a tight grip that I stop breathing.
"Put him down now," She says, viciously. When I don't immediately let go, the hold on my sack increases. I let go and Quil and Embry catch Billy before he can tumble to the ground.
Leah lets go of me and turns to my father, helping him get situated in his chair. She fusses over him and I watch as he lets her. He stares up at me, with unmasked tears threatening to fall from his eyes. I had only seen my father cry once before, when my mother died. Seeing him this way and knowing I caused it, makes me want to kill myself.
"I'm so sorry, son. I wish I could tell you, but I can't," he says, and I can't take his tears or the way everyone's looking at me. Like I'm some kind of a monster. I race from the restaurant and run into one of the dark alleys in the square.
It had been bright out when we got here but we had taken so long to eat that it was well into the night. Port Angeles had been renovating many of their stores, so empty shops and dark alleys filled this place. Perfect for me to get out all of my aggression and anguish.
I slam my fist into the wall as the memory of my dad's face fills my mind. I can't believe I did that. I would never raise my hand to my father. I had way too much respect for the man. Yet tonight, I had held him in the air and violently shook him like a ragdoll in front of dozens of people.
I hit the brick wall again, then hit it with my other hand. Trying to make myself feel the pain my father must have felt. And the embarrassment. I slam my hands into the wall at double the speed I was just doing it, until I feel the blood trickling down my hand.
I don't even realize I'm crying until the tears cloud my eyesight. I hold my limp bloody hands against my chest and sob against the wall, ashamed of myself. I don't know how long I stand there for, crying, until Leah finds me.
I hear her footsteps approach and I try to cover up my tears before she can see them.
"What the fuck is wrong with you," She asks as she pushes me several times. She only stops once she has me up against the wall. I look down at her and she looks murderous.
"How could you do that? Have you lost your godforsaken mind?" She yells, and I just can't take anymore.
"I think I have," I scream at her. My words cause her to pause and I keep going. Someone needs to hear this and since my friends refuse to listen, Leah will just have to do.
"I feel this rage and it forces me to do things. It wants me to hurt people. I would have never hurt Billy. You know that. But this fucking feeling inside me made me attack him." I yell at her, screaming into her face. She begins to back up, until now I'm cornering her and I've got her up against the wall.
"And I'm scared it's going to take over. I'm scared it's going to want to do something even worse next time and I won't be able to stop it. And I don't even know what the fuck it is!" I yell.
She jumps, my loud voice in her face startling her. I move away from her and run my hands through my hair. I bend down, holding my head in my hands, squatting down.
I don't know why I expect her to understand. No one else does. They all seem perfectly fine with acting like nothing's wrong.
Her voice startles me and I miss what she says. "What," I ask as I stand back up and look her in the eye. "I said, it feels like an uncontrollable urge to cause pain, doesn't it?"
I stare at her, unsure of what to say. I settle for just nodding my head instead. She looks at me then looks away, not comfortable with staring into my eyes.
"Do you get horny?" She asks suddenly. I take a step back and look at her incredulous, not believing my ears. "What?" I ask, in shock.
"I said, do you get horny? Like incredibly, I need it badly and I need it right the fuck now, intense, wanna fuck for years without stopping horny?" She asks, before turning around and gazing up at me.
Part of me wants to say like how I'm feeling right now and the rest of me wants to ask if she's crazy. I think back over the past years and all the times Quil, Embry and I have lusted after Seth's hot older sister. I used to have fantasies about something like this happening a thousand times a day. Until I grew up and realized I didn't have a chance with her.
I stop reminiscing when she pushes ma again and I crash into the brick wall. "I'm not joking you perv. Seriously, do you crave sex?" She asks. I laugh and push myself off the wall before shaking my head at her. "I'm a fucking man, Leah. I crave nothing else." I tell her.
She shakes her head right back at me. "In the past month, since this crazy growth spurt happened, since you got the urge to hurt people, have you started craving sex? Like much more than usual," She asks, and it's the determined look on her face that makes me take her seriously.
I think back over the past month and remember all the late nights with my hand. At first as I remember, it seems like no big deal until I recall the abnormal amount of times I've masturbated since the growth spurt. In the shower, late at night in bed, I remember one time I even did it in the woods behind the garage after Bella had left.
How had I not noticed this? I think to myself. My widened eyes must give me away because Leah nods her head again.
"I knew it, it's all connected. But what does it mean?" She asks herself, as she paces in front of me. "What's all connected?" I ask as I come out of my funk.
"The growth spurt, the crazy urge, the extreme horniness. It all means something." She says as she comes over to stand beside me again.
Her close presence awakens something in me and that extreme urge comes back. It's somehow worse this time, since now I know it's abnormal. It starts in the pit of my stomach, my abdominals tightening up against my will. My heart starts pounding and the blood rushes to my half erect penis.
My senses are full of her. I drink in her scent, vanilla and something wild. Something I can't quite put my finger on. I stare at her face, hair, and body, taking it all in. The growth spurt made what was already a nice figure, fucking incredible. I trace a pattern on the smooth skin on her firm, upper arm with the pads of my fingertips and she finally realizes I've stopped listening to her.
"Don't touch me," She warns as she slaps my hand away. I smirk at her, not deterred. "Wanna fuck for years without stopping horny, huh, Leah? That bad," I ask her with a cocky smile as I lean my head against the wall.
"Oh, fuck this," she says and starts to walk back towards the street. I race after her and grab her arm. "Don't go. We were finally getting some answers." I say. She rolls her eyes at me and pulls away.
"You couldn't answer my questions even if you had a cheat sheet, Black." She snarled before I pull her close and whisper. "But you can answer mine." I say, in a deep voice I don't recognize.
My arms wrap around her waist and I hold her tight up against me, making sure she can feel my bulge. I have no idea where this brazen confidence is coming from. But now I am feel the full force of the emotions she was talking about. And I'm not too keen on stopping them.
Leah isn't even. "Get off me," She says in a breathless voice, and I know she doesn't mean it. Her lower body grinding against mine tells me so. She must be feeling it too because she has completely changed her attitude from a minute ago. Who knows how far it would have gone if I hadn't looked up at that second and saw Bella staring at us?
As she caught my eye, I stared at her stunned and she took off down the street. As soon as I saw Bella the hunger for sex dissipated. I slowly lowered Leah to the ground and tried to look everywhere but at her.
"We'd better go find her," Leah whispered, fixing her shirt I hadn't even realize I had shifted around. I nod my head at her and we go off after my best friend.
Bella POV
First he attacks his father, then he leaves me at the dinner with all of his friends who hate me, and lastly I find him about to make out with Leah Clearwater.
I was worried about him. I had never seen him act like that before. Never seen Billy so upset. This wasn't like Jacob, no, not like him at all. So I went to look for him, thinking he's probably breaking down somewhere but instead I find him with her.
I can admit it I have a crush on Jake, but it was bound to happen sometime. A male and female can't stay friends for long. I know I'm attractive. I get plenty of unwanted attention from the men in Forks. And it seems like Jake finally grew into his looks recently.
I won't lie, at least not to myself. His recent total body makeover may have something to do with my change in feelings for him. But it doesn't make me shallow. It makes me human.
The pain I'm feeling right now is also because I'm human. Seeing him with Leah just proves how little he likes me in that way. I know I can never compare.
I kick a small pebble that was on the sidewalk off the curb into the dark parking lot. It's too dark to be out alone but I'm too frustrated to be worried right now. The parking lot is so dark I cannot see a thing. It's like a ocean of darkness outside the curb.
I walk along, idly looking at the few shops still open when I feel the wind against my neck. The breeze doesn't ruffle the flowers or the flag in front of the store yet it blows my hair around the front of my face. It smells sweet. Enticing almost.
I spin around, trying to find the cause of the strange breeze and see no culprit. I chalk it up to my imagination and continue walking. I make it past a few stores when a rock flies out of the darkness of the parking lot and hits my foot midstride.
I stop and bend down to examine it. It's the same pebble I kicked earlier, or at least a very similar one. Again I look around, trying to figure out where it came from but can see nothing in the darkness.
My hairs on the back of my neck and arms stand up. My heart pounds and I need to be around people. Something inside me tells me to get somewhere safe. Somewhere brightly lit and heavily occupied. I spy a bookstore a little further down and briskly walk to it.
I quickly open the chiming door and step inside, instantly feeling better. It being so late, there are not that many people here but it will have to do.
I smile at the older woman at the cash register and begin to wander the store. I make my way up and down the aisles, feeling at peace until I sense someone's eyes on me.
I look up from the book I was scanning and see an extremely handsome bronze haired boy sitting at one of the tables at the adorning coffee stand, staring at me.
I begin to smile, when I take a closer look and see the expression on his face is not a flirtatious one. He's ignoring the book in front of him and is studying me instead. The look in his strangely golden eyes is predatory, and his body is tensed as if he's ready to pounce.
I am unable to look away until I see him slowly lick his lips. The gesture, which should be seductive coming from such a good looking man, is instead terrifying.
I've had enough. I turn back around, lazily throw my book back on the shelf and begin to walk to the exit. As I'm walking out a book falls off one of the shelves. I turn and see the older lady looking at me sternly so I go back to pick it up.
As I bend down that strange breeze occurs again. The smell stings my nose it's so strong, and then I hear it. Someone is sniffing the back of my neck. Deep, hungry inhales as if they are trying to savor my scent.
I stand up and spin around, hoping to catch the culprit when I feel a small prick on the inside of one of my wrists. On instinct I pull my arm back and yet still see no one. I inspect my arm and see a tiny cut. It is deeper than it felt like it would be but the fact that it is there at all worries me.
I look back up at the old woman but she's not paying attention. I look around the store to see if anyone else may have noticed what happened. My eyes fall on the empty table the handsome man sat at and a thrill of fear shoots through me.
I race out the door and begin to run back to the restaurant. I know I am probably being silly but I run anyway.
I make it halfway back when I start to convince myself that I am being ridiculous. I slow my run to a walk, and then stop completely.
I barely have time to register what's happening. I had stopped on the sidewalk to catch my breath and the next thing I know, someone has me in their arms and we're running so fast everything is a blur.
The person finally stops and tossing me onto the ground of an abandoned alley. Immediately I get up and try to run back towards the sidewalk. Strong hands push me forward and I fall on my face. They grab my kicking legs and pulls me back with inhuman speed.
I kick and scream as loud as I can when a terrifying voice screams out in a foreign language and I'm silenced, from fear. I'm flipped over onto my back and I finally see my attacker.
It's the handsome man from the bookstore but he looks different. His once golden eyes are bright red and his face has paled so much that he looks gray and almost transparent. The skin is pulled so tight you can see every contour of his bones. He almost resembles a decaying corpse.
The cold from his hand is so extreme it burns. I try to scream again but the sound never makes it out of my mouth. He opens his mouth inhumanly wide and rows upon rows or horrid, sharp, jagged teeth appear. I don't even have time to react when he pulls my head to the side and sinks the fangs into my throat.
The sucking and pulling of the blood is excruciating. The teeth tear into my skin countless times it seems, to gain more purchase in my throat. I can feel the hot, sticky blood dripping down my neck. There's too much of it for him to catch in his mouth.
He's being greedy, I think. My body twitches and he twists me around even more and latches on tighter. His moans and snarls terrify me as he drinks and I wish he would just finish it.
He suddenly lets go and gazes down at me, with the blood still dripping from his chin. I watch as the razor sharp teeth slide back into his gums and his face becomes that of a handsome young man again.
"You are mine," he whispers in a soft, seductive voice. He bends down to the other side of my neck and I feel just two fangs pierce my skin this time. He is slower now. Softly sucking the blood out with sharp, quick pulls of his tongue. It's almost as if he's kissing my flesh and I close my eyes and pretend he's giving me a hickey instead.
He chuckles, withdrawing his mouth again. "A hickey? Is that what you want? I can do that." He says to my horror.
I try to find the strength to get away from him but he pulls me back with next to no effort and surprisingly kisses my mouth.
I struggle and he grows frustrated. He pulls away from me and stares into my eyes. The gold seems to be moving, swirling around and I can't look away. "Be still. Don't move." He demands and my body instantly locks up, even though I don't want it to.
He kisses me again before attacking my throat for a third time. It's quite erotic this time and I fight off a moan, horrified to be enjoying this.
I think about the dinner and wish with everything in me that I had stayed. I think about everyone who had been there and wonder if any of them will miss me. Besides Charlie, I doubt anyone will. Except Jacob. He will miss me and regret never liking me the way I liked him.
I think about all the recent changes he's been through and wonder if once he was done growing up he would fall for me. We'd be perfect together, I know we would.
He stops drinking and my body tenses up in fright, anticipating what he'll do next. Instead of ripping me to pieces like I expected he begins to talk.
"Hmm, impossible growth spurts, raging hormones, and uncontrollable temper," He says before laughing to himself. I have no idea what he's talking about but I know it must be bad because his eyes turn that horrid red again.
"Yes, let's find out if the wolves will miss you," He says before lunging at me. It's obvious he's going for the kill now and I slowly begin to fade out of consciousness from the lack of blood. I know I have mere minutes left when I hear Jake and Leah's voices calling for me.
The vampire detaches himself from me and listens, hearing them too. "Jake and Leah?" He questions, yet somehow I know he already knows. He rolls his eyes at me, looking surprisingly human. "I can read minds, stupid girl," He says before dropping me from his lap and standing up.
He bends back down to look me in the eye and the gold is spinning again, hypnotizing. "You will not tell them what happened. This is between you and me, little singer. I'll be seeing you again. Very soon." He whispers. I watch as he bites into his wrist and forces me to drink the blood that spills from his wound. Once he feels I've had enough he shoves my head to the side and then he's gone.
I lay in the puddle of blood for just a few minutes until Jake and Leah find me. I am in and out of it as they worry over what to do and finally decide to get me to Jake's car and drive to the hospital. Jacob is frantic and Leah sounds scared as she holds Jake's shirt to my wounds as we sit in the back seat.
My head is in her lap and I can't help but let my jealousy towards her still allow me to hate her. She may be trying to help but in the end, she's still the girl who's trying to steal my guy.
I turn my head away from her when she leans down a little too close and I hear her gasp as the shirt falls away from my skin. "What? What happened?" Jake yells from the front seat as he speeds down the road.
"These are teeth marks, Jake," Leah says, sounding incredulous. "Fang marks," and it's the last thing I hear before I finally let the unconscious take me.
ANA: Okay, so this was very different from most of my other stories. But I got a pretty good response to the first chapter so I hope you all like this update too. Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews. I recognize most of your names from my other stories and it makes me smile. And thanks a million to hgmsnoppy, In Bruges is in my Netflix's queue right now lol. So thanks again to hgmsnoppy, BlacknCallwaterfan,BabeRuthless1985, Brankel1, Randomreader234, recey2010, BB-Waters, ABarbieStory, and Dark Latinas. You guys are awesome.
And to whoever that anonymous reviewer is who keeps saying rude things while asking me to update The Hero. Fuck you, I'll update when I feel like it, asshole. It's because of your stupid "reviews" that I haven't updated in a week, so suck on that.
I apologize for my immaturity above, but they were working my last nerve. Hugs+Kisses
Lauren
